Part 3

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I was so consumed in my own
thoughts that I didn't even notice the guards were actually disguised rebels until I heard a gunshot. Then one pointed his gun at me. I was about to just let him take the shot. I was too miserable to do or think about anything else. Then, he moved the gun slightly and aimed it at America. She looked directly into my eyes, and I looked into hers.

In those few seconds I felt it. I
felt our connection. Never had I been so sure she loved me. Not during our first kiss, not at the Halloween party, not in the safe room, not on the roof, not even last night when she said it out loud. I could feel it, a force stronger than gravity, stronger than everything. Suddenly nothing else mattered. How could I have been so stupid? I wasn't letting anything get in the way of us, not this rebel, not my father, and definitely not myself. I jumped in front of her, saving her just in time. The bullet went right into my chest, but the pain in my chest was nothing compared to the pain in my heart.

I was sure I was going to die. I
couldn't believe I threw it all away. I could've lived my whole life with her, we could've had a family. Maybe our kids would've looked just like her. I wanted to grow old with her. Then I remembered my last words to her, "I'll be glad when you're gone." I deserved to die. At least I was dying for her. I had to apologize. I had to tell her I loved her.

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